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These guys have more lives than a cat.

They sound like Bo Diddly, CCR, Joe South, and the Yardbirds, ham fisted into a food processor, stuffed into a shotgun shell, and blasted into a beer keg at three in the morning… in Faron Young’s rumpus room. Yeah-That’s it!

It all started with Jerry Raney’s desperate youth as a hellion, blowin’ ‘round El Centro California. Between stealing onions from farmers in Holtville and walking cross ties to Brawley, Jerry started hanging out in various hobo camps, learning the guitar. After sponging up as much as he could, more was needed. A move west in search of Rebels, Rogues, and Renegades. He found ‘em… It was San Diego… and the Beat Farmers were born! Over the years, the Beat Farmers turned into the Farmers, and lost a couple of fixtures along the way. County Dick in '95 and Buddy Blue in '06.

With guitars in hand and ghosts ridin’ with ‘em, the Farmers ROCK ON, with Jerry Raney, Bongo Kmak, Chris Sullivan, and Corbin Turner.

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